The Darkness in the halls,
Hear the raspy breathing.
Hear the fingers clawing,
Feel the breath on your face.
Silence then fell,
The figure grabbed my wrist.
He's pulling me down to hell,
Now from Heaven, I have fell.
In the halls is where it happened,
In the halls he still calls.
In the halls I fell so far,
In new halls, forever more.
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